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Awesome day beachside!!!!

B e a c h V a c a y!!

B e a c h V a c a y!!

YAY!!! My new skates just got here!!! They fit perfectly so far. I was torn about getting a padded boot but since I’m still learning the basics I figured breaking in an unpadded boot at the same time would be brutal. For the price we paid, even if I have to upgrade later, it’s not a big deal.

So happy!!! Now Jer can skate with me. The skates I’ve been wearing fit him just fine.

YAY!!! My new skates just got here!!! They fit perfectly so far. I was torn about getting a padded boot but since I’m still learning the basics I figured breaking in an unpadded boot at the same time would be brutal. For the price we paid, even if I have to upgrade later, it’s not a big deal.

So happy!!! Now Jer can skate with me. The skates I’ve been wearing fit him just fine.

Practice was GREAT!!

Still waiting on my new skates, they should get here Friday. Despite the oversized skates I’m dealing with, I actually managed to squeak out a few crossovers!!!

I’m so excited. We had several other new girls come tonight. They are all really nice and the team is excited at our numbers. Apparently our B Team doesn’t have enough skaters, so they need us!

I am determined to make the B team. I’ve never been this driven about getting my shit in shape. In the past 15 years, I have literally wasted hundreds of dollars on gym memberships and other bullshit exercise equipment that I never follow through with.

I need to my effort to matter. Rat racing it at the gym isn’t enough for me. I need a team of people expecting me to bust my ass and helping me up when I fall on it. I need to feel a part of something and to be held accountable if start to slack.

I need derby…

Shaving your legs when they are covered with a dozen mosquito bites

Is terrifyingly satisfying. It was all I could do not to shave them three moar times!!!

That time I was playing on my phone in the dark

And I thought a spider was on my wrist but it was just my tattoo.

kaiserwilhelm said: I forgot to say thanks for the suggestions yesterday. It's been hard for me to eat anything, because everything has carbs. LOL.

I know, it’s pretty rough. Luckily there are plenty of resources nowadays. Of course, 50 carbs is a walk in the park compared to the strict ketogenic diet my boyfriend is following for his epilepsy. That shit is >20 carbs!! I can’t do it for more than a week. Talk about brutal.

Good luck to you!

typographybooks:

Just My Type: A Book About Fonts by Simon Garfield.

Just My Type is a book of stories about fonts. It examines how Helvetica and Comic Sans took over the world. It explains why we are still influenced by type choices made more than 500 years ago, and why the T in the Beatles logo is longer than the other letters. It profiles the great originators of type, from Baskerville to Zapf, as well as people like Neville Brody who threw out the rulebook. The book is about that pivotal moment when fonts left the world of Letraset and were loaded onto computers, and typefaces became something we realized we all have an opinion about. And beyond all this, the book reveals what may be the very best and worst fonts in the world – and what your choice of font says about you.

Today we can imagine no simpler everyday artistic freedom than the pull-down font menu. Here is the spill of history, the echo of Johann Gutenberg with every key tap. Here are names we recognize: Helvetica, Times New Roman, Palatino and Gill Sans. Here are the names from folios and flaking manuscripts: Bembo, Baskerville and Caslon. Here are possibilities for flair: Bodoni, Didot and Book Antiqua. And here are the risks of ridicule: Brush Script, Herculanum, Braggadocio and Comic Sans. Twenty years ago we hardly knew them, but now we all have favourites. Computers have rendered us all gods of type, a privilege we could never have anticipated in the age of the typewriter.

Yet when we choose Calibri over Century, or the designer of an advertisement picks Centaur rather than American Gothic, what lies behind our choice and what impression do we hope to create? When we choose a typeface, what are we really saying? Who makes these fonts and how do they work? And just why do we need so many? What are we to do with Alligators, Accolade, Amigo, Alpha Charlie, Acid Queen, Arbuckle, Art Gallery, Ashley Crawford, Arnold Bocklin, Auriol Vignette Sylvie, Andreena, Amorpheus, Angry, and Anytime Now? Banjoman, Bannikova, Baylac, Binner, Bingo, Blacklight, Blippo, Bebedot Blonde, Beach House or Bubble Bath? (And how lovely does Bubble Bath sound, with its thin floating linked circles ready to pop and dampen the page?) There are more than 100,000 fonts in the world. But why can’t we keep to a half-dozen or so familiar faces? Or perhaps we should just stick to the classic Garamond, named after the type designer Claude Garamond, active in Paris in the first half of the sixteenth century, whose highly legible Roman type blew away the heavy fustiness of his German predecessors, and later, adapted by William Caslon in England, would provide the letters for the American Declaration of Independence.

Typefaces are now 560 years old. So when a Brit called Matthew Carter constructed the now-ubiquitous Verdana on his computer in the 1990s, what could he possibly be doing to an A and a B that had never been done before? And how did a friend of his make the typeface Gotham, which eased Barack Obama into the Presidency? And what exactly makes a font presidential or American, or British, French German, Swiss or Jewish? These are arcane mysteries and it is the job of the book to get to the heart of them. But it begins with a cautionary tale, a story of what happens when a typeface gets out of control.

Just My Type from Pentagram on Vimeo.

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I need this on my blog!!!

beben-eleben:

Coca-Cola Invents 16 Bottle Caps To Give Second Lives To Empty Bottles [x]

It figures

We are outside playing and 9 punts a kick ball full force directly into the face of Mini, who’s still recovering from the thumb in the car door. It’s like she’s a magnet for injury!!!

Operation let’s injure the crap out of this child until she has an epic tolerance for pain in full effect!!!

icandolotsofthingsmaster:

This keeps getting better the longer you watch it… -D

Ha! I need this on my wall.

icandolotsofthingsmaster:

This keeps getting better the longer you watch it… -D

Ha! I need this on my wall.

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Whoa….

Whoa….

*sigh*

At least I got to wave at sissy as we passes each other on the road as I got close to the house. Extra bonus that Jer’s awesome daughter swung by today and was able to hang with Mini until I got home.

Whew.

Now to figure out where to order dinner.

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